There's no chance of Cobb ever doing something stupid like that again. He learned a harsh lesson that's stuck with him. One he's not likely to forget anytime soon.
He smiles a little at her answer. "Good, thank you."
Cobb's not sure that he wants to show up. He still feels a bit awkward about the whole thing though he does a damn good job hiding it. They've got something special and he feels like he stepped on that.
He taps his knuckles against the table as he stands up, as is his habit for some reason. "I'll keep that in mind about your invitation. Get some boot polish and everything."
She watches him tap his knuckles and stand up. She tilts her head at him, half expecting him to join her, but it seems he's not going to. That's fine.
Smiling up at him, she sips her drink and nods.
"Pretty sure Marc wants it up in Wintermute, so make sure to dress warm, wouldn't want you to get cold. I know what being a desert creature is like," being from the desert too, she knows how easy it is to catch a chill.
Cobb gives her a look. "You sure you want to stick with him? Clearly likes the wrong weather."
He's just teasing, of course. These two definitely have it very bad for each other. It's a nice thing to see. Cobb is glad they're getting this moment.
"I'll make sure to wear some layers." He does not have much in the way of fancy clothes but he'll find something nice for this. He'll make sure to make it warm too because he does not appreciate the cold.
The barista calls his name and Cobb nods to Layla. "I'll see you there. Enjoy your day."
He never meant for this to be a long visit. He just wanted to say his peace and get permission. Cobb grabs his caf and heads out almost as quick as how he arrived.
"He won't sign the divorce papers, so unfortunately I am," she laughs, it was something funny now, but she remembers being so upset at the time when it happened. How he didn't even sign them before serving her with them
She could have killed him at the time.
But when the barista purrs out Cobb's name, she raises a hand at him. "You too."
With that, she returns to her book and works on some more reading.
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He smiles a little at her answer. "Good, thank you."
Cobb's not sure that he wants to show up. He still feels a bit awkward about the whole thing though he does a damn good job hiding it. They've got something special and he feels like he stepped on that.
He taps his knuckles against the table as he stands up, as is his habit for some reason. "I'll keep that in mind about your invitation. Get some boot polish and everything."
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Smiling up at him, she sips her drink and nods.
"Pretty sure Marc wants it up in Wintermute, so make sure to dress warm, wouldn't want you to get cold. I know what being a desert creature is like," being from the desert too, she knows how easy it is to catch a chill.
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He's just teasing, of course. These two definitely have it very bad for each other. It's a nice thing to see. Cobb is glad they're getting this moment.
"I'll make sure to wear some layers." He does not have much in the way of fancy clothes but he'll find something nice for this. He'll make sure to make it warm too because he does not appreciate the cold.
The barista calls his name and Cobb nods to Layla. "I'll see you there. Enjoy your day."
He never meant for this to be a long visit. He just wanted to say his peace and get permission. Cobb grabs his caf and heads out almost as quick as how he arrived.
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She could have killed him at the time.
But when the barista purrs out Cobb's name, she raises a hand at him. "You too."
With that, she returns to her book and works on some more reading.